This is a song about "Pepperidge farm remembers"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I think everyone remembers the treatment by the upper-class,

The elephant man remembers how he felt...

Carol city or was it the west

No one remembers as well as the

They infiltrate our homes, africa

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I cook beef on this state-farm, how are you doing? i'm mayhem!

Raising mutants on a farm.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Make sure it remembers my name

And so i kill the brain that remembers so well

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel